It’s a strange world we live in. We stay with people we don’t want to be with, love the people we know we can never have, make love to the ones who broke our hearts and deceive the ones who’d take a bullet for us. In all its entirety, it’s not an ideal place but I shall not believe that it can’t be made bearable with a little attempt on our part. A mistake can be a moment longer but it’s a complete lie when you keep making the same mistake over and over and over again. Is that what you think? That you deserve to be treated that way? Like the dirt under your feet? I find it so unbelievable to see people all around me with so little self-esteem that they cannot walk away from things that are clearly destroying them. They call it love. It’s not loving. I promise you, it’s not because if you actually love somebody, you set them free. You let them be who they want to be and with the person they want to be even if that means you are to stay alone; even if that means that you won’t be by thei...
Give me a pen and paper and watch as I paint your world.